kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Okay. I believe you. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Marc Jacobs.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess I’ll be seeing you at Breadstix. 🙂

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sailing.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) See you at Breadstix! 🙂

Getting a chance to see Kurt in person for the first time since Kurt’s charming but failed attempt to be the next James Bond was something Blaine looked forward to since Kurt left the private school.  Their conversation struck a chord deep inside the Warbler for more reasons than he skimmed over for Kurt to know that he understood what he was going through perfectly because he’d been there. Blaine quickly found himself wanting to be a friend who could offer that understanding. Kurt, obviously, needed it.  No one should feel alone as the lost look on the boy’s face that made Blaine’s heart ache proved Kurt was.  Well.  Not anymore.  And never again if Blaine had anything to say or do about it.

Settled into the small waiting area just inside the restaurant doors–Blaine plucked at the hem of his peacoat sleeve and waited for the other boy to show up.  His chin was tucked into a dark burgundy scarf and a quiet hum filled the silence, except for the conversations of people coming and going, with a melody he made up as he went along.  When the door opened–curious hazel eyes glanced up and as soon as he caught sight of who he was waiting for?  Blaine stood up and brushed his hands together, smiling wide as he caught his attention.

“Hey!  Kurt.  It’s so good to see you,” he moved to clasp Kurt’s shoulder out of habit (Warblers, sheesh) but seemed to catch himself and waved towards the dining area with a semi-apologetic sidelong tug of the corner of his mouth.  “So, do I get to see the secret table? I’ve been looking forward to it the entire drive,” he teased lightly, “Tell me it’s free. Or I’ll be heartbroken??”